Dear God,
My thoughts are dashing
through the roads in my mind.
Looking to find
what the begginging of change looks like.
They stopped in their race when
realization forced itself aroun them.
I can't change myself
with only me
i need you.
Let me feel the softness
of your eyes tranquilize my soul.
Let me feel the councel of your hands
mold my melted heart.
Liberate my soul by
unleeshing the innocence that is a child
with your kindly glossed eyes.
Doctren to my heart
by mending it to it's golden days
with your artistic hands.
I'm sitting, waiting
for the reformation of me.
Now pacience takes is place in my
mind
body and
soul.
Author notes
Well, just what i'm hopen for. Haven't wrote in a while so it's a bit bumpy in places, just setting it out their to be revised and fixed.
A contest entry
- Get It Off Your Chest! by BlackRageCrystal.
300 points, ended February 17, 2008, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - The secret of the lord by Elvenfairy.
500 points, ended February 19, 2008, 9 entries
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What do you think?
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this was an ok poem. You got your message accross loud and clear. Thanks for entering my contest. Please feel free to check out the group.
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You have expressed yourself beautifully here,one of the reasons I enjoy reading your writes!,
,keep up the great writes,God Bless
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A fine piece, I like it. Best of luck in the contest with it
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I like the repetition of the images of eyes/hands. Always watching out for us, always giving us a helping hand. Needs a little gramatical TLC, but it doesn't take away from the piece. You always have a unique way of saying things and that's why I enjoy reading what you write. You've stepped well beyond the box and now dwell in what probably looks to be a icosehedren
. I guess that would be calling you a bacteria. Scratch that and substitute whatever shape you please lol. Nitey Nite buddy.
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i like the title.
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